It's a Boy!

July 17, 2011

First I wanted to take the time to thank all of you who have gotten to know me through my Journey’s Posts. Your encouragement through writing my story has helped me make it through. There are a lot of things that you don’t don’t know about my current situation, in regards to family, because I have purposely chose to leave it all out of my posts and tweets. I’ve done this because I haven’t finished typing out my story and I’ve discovered that unless you know how this all came to be, you’d never understand the outcome.

I recently opened up a small window view into my current family situation when I posted about my dad and step-mom’s lack of appearance at (13)’s birthday party. If you happened to miss that post, you can read it here. It was something I needed to get off my chest at the time and even though I briefly had to talk about the current family relationships, I was glad that I did. It made me realize that I really need to get working on those posts. I’ve been neglecting them.

Then I got a phone call earlier this week, a phone call that put me back in that place. It brought me news involving my family that I just need to talk about. And so I will.

My stepmom called me earlier this week. We aren’t close by any means for reasons you’ll come to discover through my Journey’s posts, but she pretends we are. When she called I could tell she was upset and when she asked me if I was sitting down and had a few minutes I knew something was wrong. At first I was worried that something may have happened to my dad because he has a lot of health issues he doesn’t take care of. That wasn’t it.

Apparently the story of how I came to be started much earlier than what I originally thought, about a decade earlier to be honest. My dad has always shared stories about people he’s know and experiences he’s had, including old relationships. I was told about his first serious relationship and how she prompted his interested in psychology. I was also told about some psycho girlfriend he once had who had poisoned him. There was a lot more to that story than he originally told us all though, and so my stepmom was caught off guard that morning when there was a nasty message on their home voice mail demanding that my dad return her phone calls. She said it had taken her this long to track him down, the least he could do was call her back. After all, she was only trying to give some closure to THEIR son, Michael.

My stepmom continued on with the story buy my brain never made it passed “THEIR son”. What? I have  a brother?

I listened to the rest of what she had to say and by the time the phone call was over I was dumbfounded. I mean, you really couldn’t make my life up if you tried. At what point do I just throw my hands up and say Fuck It All?

There is a story behind this all and I’m not sure what to believe or what I’m even going to do about it. I will share the story with you tomorrow, but just wanted to let you all in on what’s kept my mind so occupied these last few days.

Till tomorrow……..

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